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Friday, September 12, 2003
I am just not equipped to deal with Warren Zevon AND Johnny Cash dying in the same week. Let me just say that Mr. Cash had a lot to do with my interest in country music, and that he was one of the few subjects in life where my father and I saw eye to eye. As with Mr. Zevon, I�m glad that he�s no longer in pain.
It seems like all I write about these days is either death or myself, and frankly I�m pretty fucking sick of both topics. Seeing as this is my sixth night of work in a row, I think I�m entitiled to sit tonight out, go home and drink myself into a better tomorrow. See ya on Monday, unless I can come up with something else between now and then.
bmarkey 9/12/2003 05:15:00 PM